Maybe I've been away too long but I felt the centre had a similar vibe to Norwich (with more marble of course). But maybe I'm just going a bit loopy.
I met up with a guy called Ren I met in Sorrento and also did a couple of walking tours.
On my last (and best) night I took the busabout trip which ended up in a karaoke night club. It was awesome. Unfortunately they did not have 'Born to be wild' or 'Tribute' and some bastard did 'Dont stop believing' before I got a chance; just to add insult to injury the prick did the glee version as well. In my eyes this earns him the title of 'worst lad ever!'
Below is a photo of my Karaoke partners: Terri, Amy and Amy sipping some fine Chianti.
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